{"id":338,"date":"2019-08-12T20:38:39","date_gmt":"2019-08-12T20:38:39","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/buenzliburg.ch\/ontheroadagain\/?p=338"},"modified":"2019-08-12T20:40:23","modified_gmt":"2019-08-12T20:40:23","slug":"road-trip-the-final-living-on-the-edge","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/buenzliburg.ch\/ontheroadagain\/2019\/08\/12\/road-trip-the-final-living-on-the-edge\/","title":{"rendered":"Road Trip, The Final: Living on the Edge"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

Three countries, endless hours and thousands of kilometers in the car. We felt we\u2019d just about had enough for driving around for now. It was time to head home. Early morning, the day after Swedish Wedding (read the story here<\/a>), we packed our belongings to Skoda das Auto and hit the road. The goal was to drive through Sweden sideways and catch a ship from G\u00f6teborg in the evening. Car tires were singing as we drove. Only at some point I started thinking they were singing too loud. And a few moments later my dear husband said it out loud\u2026 – Darling, am I just imagining or does the car sound different than before\u2026? No honey, I said, you are not imagining. I think something is about to break…<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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We drove\nsome more kilometers in silence, listening to the tires singing too loud,\npondering what was to come. What do you think it is? Asked my dear husband. The\nbearing, I said, it sounds exactly the same as the last time that happened\u2026\nThen we were silent some more kilometers. Shall we try to make it to the ship?\nAsked one from another. Yes, said one to another. The bearings don\u2019t break totally\nthat fast. So we drove and drove and drove some more. And we made it to the\nship.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Stena Line\nwas a pleasant surprise. We spent a nice and relaxing evening sailing from\nG\u00f6teborg towards Kiel, Germany. We slept well in the cabin that felt spacious\nafter the little mouse trap we had at Silja Galaxy. We ate a delicious\nbreakfast in the morning and were actually so relaxed that we forgot about\nloudly singing tires. Reality slapped us on the face pretty hard after driving\nthe car out of the ship. The sound had not disappeared over night. Quickly we\ndecided to drive as far as the car was willing to go. Only 1000 kilometers\nbetween us and our precious home\u2026 <\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Our little\nprince Charming was blissfully ignorant about what was going on in his parents\u2019\nheads and decided to continue his interrupted good night sleep. At the same\ntime I was starting to feel the consequences of drinking too many cups of\ncoffee at breakfast table. And I was not the only one\u2026 Instead of seeking the\nfirst toilet we decided to drive as long as the little guy was sleeping. And we\ndrove. Listening to the tires singing loudly and feeling the increasing\npressure in our bladders. We reached the point when we had to give up and\ndecided to stop at the next service station. Only at that same moment we got\nstuck at traffic. And there we were. Next 40 minutes barely moving and no way\nout of motorway. I started feeling my whites of the eyes turning yellow and my\ndear husband said even his back felt like it was going to explode. We were\ngoing 20 km\/hour when we spotted a service station. Only it was closed due to\nroad construction\u2026 Didn\u2019t we see this service station already on our way to\nFinland? One asked another. Yes we did, answered the another, and it was closed\nthen already\u2026  Finally, after some more\nbubbling moments, we could see an exit, only it was not leading to a service\nstation but to another motorway. Whatever, we thought and took the exit. At\nleast there was no traffic. My dear highway warrior hit the gas pedal and drove\nlike a maniac to the next exit (God bless Germany for having no speed limits!) which\nnaturally didn\u2019t have any service station, only a disgusting, filthy portable\ntoilet. At this point we didn\u2019t really care. My husband could only walk doubled\nand I\u2026 oh well, let\u2019s just say it was the last moment.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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What did we\nlearn from this? Probably nothing. Journey continued and magically we made it. 1000\nkm later Skoda das Auto took us faithfully to our doorstep at midnight. We were\nexhausted. But this time we didn\u2019t fall over the edge and naturally started\nplanning the next road trip even before this one was done. The End.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Ps. To\nwhomever it may concern. It was the bearing.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Three countries, endless hours and thousands of kilometers in the car. We felt we\u2019d just about had enough for driving around for now. It was time to head home. Early morning, the day after Swedish Wedding (read the story here), we packed our belongings to Skoda das Auto and hit the road. The goal was …<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"footnotes":""},"categories":[15,34],"tags":[14,35],"class_list":["post-338","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-family","category-traveling","tag-family","tag-road-trip","entry entry-center"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/buenzliburg.ch\/ontheroadagain\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/338","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/buenzliburg.ch\/ontheroadagain\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/buenzliburg.ch\/ontheroadagain\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/buenzliburg.ch\/ontheroadagain\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/buenzliburg.ch\/ontheroadagain\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=338"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/buenzliburg.ch\/ontheroadagain\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/338\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":345,"href":"https:\/\/buenzliburg.ch\/ontheroadagain\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/338\/revisions\/345"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/buenzliburg.ch\/ontheroadagain\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=338"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/buenzliburg.ch\/ontheroadagain\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=338"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/buenzliburg.ch\/ontheroadagain\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=338"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}